I wrote this for a contest. No one's going to write from the bully's perspective so I figured I would. My apologies to my gay friends for use of the "F" word. It's just for effect
What are you looking at f****t Want my fist in your face Shove your head into the toilet Teach you the word disgrace
I love to see you terrified Cause you're my little b***h Brings me joy to hear you plead It makes my life so rich
Don't you know it's encouraging To see you squirm around Crying like a wounded kitten I stomped into the ground
I live for fear and misery It's all I've ever known With an alcoholic mother and a cruel step dad at home
He beats me with a studded belt He burns me with a pipe He tried to rape me in the a*s When mom passed out at night
He torments me for pleasure Until I fight him back So he cries to my w***e mother blames me for the attack
That drunken b***h takes his side tries to throw me out But the judge says I'm a minor So home's my only route
There's no safe place for me to go I don't know what to do So I act out with violence and take it out on you
I intimidate and terrify Make life a living hell torture torment and horrify So fear that old school bell
Then back to my tormentors Back to my worst fears Back to school to share the pain I've endured for years
None of you seem to understand It's all part of a system A cycle of violence and misery and I'm just another victim
This is SO DISGUSTING and so INSPIRING at the same time. As the poem opens to the introduction of a bully, it seems we will be shown his bad sides, but following the first stanza, it comes to realization that the poem was worshiping the bully. The fourth stanza only shatters this presumption into the irony.
This seems like a RAP, no doubt.
By the way, a few weeks ago, I had also written a poem about bullying named A Tide or A Pool. Did you check?
Well this sure tells the tale as it truly is. It opens the wounds of old for many and lays bare the thoughts many keep hidden. Torturing a child in life is one thing I cannot stand to see an adult do. Well written well done .One of your best.
This poem has a lot of truth to it. Bullies are often abused or neglected in their home lives, and they take out their aggressions on those they perceive to be weak. They're simply products of their upbringing. It's really a sad, cyclical cycle, and it will be a difficult one to break because there are so many awful parents out there.
Once again, nice work! I noticed a few mistakes. Since I'm gay, I don't mind pointing out that 'fagot' is spelled 'f****t.' Also, in the second to last stanza, third line, 'Back to my worse fears' should be 'Back to my worst fears.' Just some suggestions! :D
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you. I'll fix the typos and thank you for reading my work. I appreciate it.
This is really sad, only because there's so much truth to it. I had a friend that I met on a survivor site, they beat his boyfriend to death, he ended up taking his own life eventually, it's a vicious cycle and nobody gets out alive. Thanks for sharing this one Mark...it needed to be written.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
God that's horrible. I've seen some ugly cruelty in my life and it never gets pretty, ever. Thank yo.. read moreGod that's horrible. I've seen some ugly cruelty in my life and it never gets pretty, ever. Thank you for reading my work Frieda.
Sgih. This poem brings back so many painful memories of my childhood, with the homophobic slurs and physical abuse, I endured at the hands of bullies. The abuse (and I do mean abuse) got so bad, I suffered PTSD and depression from it. Inspite of these thugs, I never turned upon another person, as a bully. It's a moral choice, we make, when to turn anger upon another person. So please pardon me, if my symthpany isn't with them.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
That's perfectly understandable. I'm sorry you suffered so much abuse. That must have been horrible... read moreThat's perfectly understandable. I'm sorry you suffered so much abuse. That must have been horrible. Thank you for reading my work and you're always welcome here.
11 Years Ago
Am sorry, I lost control of myself, like this. Still dealing with the aftermath of years of suppress.. read moreAm sorry, I lost control of myself, like this. Still dealing with the aftermath of years of suppressing these memories, until they exploded wide open on me. During my childhood, it was dismissed as boys being boys. Thank you, for your kindness.
It's hard, as a victim of bullying to see a bully as an actual person and not just some monster, It's hard to think of them as anything but cruel, and maybe that is the victim's fault. But either way, thanks for this eye opener, Ricochet
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Bullies are difficult, no doubt. Thanks for reading dog.
Yup! I've never been a bully myself but this poem makes sense. I've seen people exactly like this. The sad thing is - bullying can be curbed but it will never stop. I think we sometimes inadvertently cater to it - we celebrate aggression and competition - and then we turn around and say "don't fight" I know its cliche but when I was a kid - we had a remedy for bullies. My own children were always told - don't hit first but if someone is giving you hell and you need to defend yourself - do what you need to do. Perhaps that's wrong but it stopped more than one kid picking on my kid. Of course, my younger spent time in in school suspension...for defending himself.
anyway - writing from the bullies perspective is laudable. Well done! Makes you stop and think.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Our culture is full of contradictions. Thank you for reading "The Bully" TL.
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